Blackness Poems - Poems about Blackness

...When silence speaks in broken dialects, to harmonize hurt, I ponder, would the sky unravel synonyms for serenity, amidst piercing thunder that strikes through raining regrets~ upon flowers, sway......Read the rest...

... NOTE: Please read part 1 so this makes more sense As soon as her words enter my brain I feel the force of a million gees pressing against my body, but only for a nanosecond, then nothing. Absolu......Read the rest...

...Through the galleries of dreaming, where evening beads its somber pearls, An echo of twilight suffocates discreetly across the plain towards eternal passing; It floats, it floats over the velvet bl......Read the rest...

... Random moments drip liquid chronicles through my mind. In still moments, there are quiet images, bold and brilliant, baking their shadows into my dreams. I’m in a sea of brokenness, f......Read the rest...

...Like a bagel with no hole Like a flag without a pole Like a singer with no soul Like a furnace with no coal Like a gangster with no moll Like a quest without a goal Like a bell that cannot to......Read the rest...

...In blackness, I hear forked tongues whisper wicked witchery, hope within arthritic ink slowly f a d e s as darkness descends upon snow-speckled heart, and a murder of......Read the rest...

... In the Abaddoned depths of Faith's cosmos, a delusion of grandeur and of wonder blunders in awe, puts its hook securely in blasphemers jaw. Curiousity opens Hell's salivat......Read the rest...

...Within Within the stillness, faint echoes of sounds can be heard Late night hours, grappling with what is real and the absurd Hearing indistinguishable voices, conversations overheard Perhaps......Read the rest...

...For the love of lust. For just of lust Trust me love just of US! This purpose Flows those GHOSTS you thought You knew? We know them TU! We're those Ghosts TRUE TO YOU? FOR THE LOVE OF THE GODS......Read the rest...

...there’s a blackness and she’s a corvid through a hag stone’s eye I know she has them but I cannot feel them feathers behind me ......Read the rest...

... Angels and brides do come in white. All things beautiful, light and bright. Demons and witches prefer black, evil ways and means to attack. White, pure, inspiring, eternal love, gift ......Read the rest...

...beneath my skin is black and white burn the body away in the sun shadows still lurk here bleach my bones before I turn to dust in life my fear shows as white knuckles pallor......Read the rest...

... “My tears are testimony of my devotion to Beloved; and from those tears white lilies will grow that speak the truth.” Rumi I had heard the legend of her tears, silent drops of sorrow ......Read the rest...

...CLOURISTA mood  & personality an  intuitive complex of influence decor   perceived in  a spectrum of primary    pigments tone & saturation red orange yellow green blue purple si......Read the rest...

...They offer no rope nor traction. Following a prolonged icy tongue-blast a slow slide into the greasy crevasse where lie, soul stiffening white jackets. There seems to be infinite oceans of infi......Read the rest...